Day of sun and kvetching

Posted: January 27, 2012 in Uncategorized

I had two things planned for today…no, three things, no…I’ll come in again.

I met Peloquin for lunch today at Vishnu Villas – he likes to take me to the Indian buffet for my birthday.  We have done this pretty consistently over the last few years.  And then, I return the favor later on when I feel like Indian food again (which is frequently), and we trade back and forth.  It is a good arrangement.

Before leaving the house, I was in the process of changing into some clothes I could wear to the gym, and as I wandered past my TV I thought, oh, I should try that Jillian Michaels video – it is DUE soon.  So I did.  And then I had to change again, because I was disgusting after Jillian had at me.  THEN I went to the gym, read my book on the elliptical trainer, and had a good hour of me-time.  I think I should just buy an elliptical trainer so that I can do this comfortably at home, too.  I’d be less likely to get distracted with the computer (or, I could put my LAPTOP on it somehow, and MULTITASK – god, that would be nice) or Pocket Frogs.  I love Pocket Frogs.  I told Peloquin about my obsession with it (he can relate, because he also loves collect-y type games – I remember from when we used to play Kingdom of Loathing together).  Neither one of us has any patience for waiting, and one of the way the games keep you coming back is to draw things out – like, my frogs have to incubate in their little eggs for awhile until they hatch, and when I find treasures in the pond, it takes awhile for them to be delivered to me…and there’s only so much space in my habitats and mailbox, so I can only have so many items.  MANAGEMENT of THINGS.  I haz it.  Also, I want to breed ALL the frogs and fill up my froggydex.  Yeah.  There’s no point.  I am not going to get anything out of this except personal satisfaction.  Or maybe I’ll collapse in tears and despair because I’ve done it and there is no more (there will probably always be more – that’s how these things work), or because I’ve wasted so much time on it.  Oh well.

Peloquin bitched about work.  And then asked me how *my* work was going.  Yeah…I left early yesterday due to female issues.  Cramping ones.  Hello, uterus, how’s it going?  *RUMBLE!*  You know, though, I could have stuck it out (not the uterus, the DAY), and stayed, but I really just wanted to lay down and not be at work anymore.  So, that’s what I did.  That and Interval Training!  And errands.  I’ve known P. forever (or close enough to) – over 20 years now (ACK) – and it still sometimes throws me, because we don’t see each other *that* often, when he asks how I’m doing.  Where do I start?  What do you want to know?  He asked me follow up questions, so we were fine…but this came up the other night at Top Shelf, when the lovely and talented, but mysterious and enigmatic (mostly because I don’t know her very well) PT asked me how things were going.  What things?  I never know what to say.  Do you want to know about work things?  Thought things?  Writing things?  Which things?  And then there isn’t really enough time to get into ANY things, so my response is inevitably lame.  *eyeroll*  Why is socializing such a pain in the ass?  I guess part of it is that whenever I see her, I’ve already had A Day and I’m over my outgoing, bubbly, extroverted, reference personality and Done With People.  So, I don’t default to the whole ask a bunch of questions yourself to get/keep conversations going.  I am thinking about Rest.  And saying, “I’m exhausted, and So Done With Work” to someone every time you see them…well, it’s a little boring and repetitive – even if that’s exactly how you feel.

So, P. and I talked about cooking, weird flours, work, bosses that are clueless and hate conflict (I, also, do NOT thrive on conflict – but at least I am willing to address it), families, food, BEES!, research possibilities, and more).  And then I forgot to give him the coconut flour I’ve been carrying around in my car the last 2 weeks in anticipation of seeing him.  So after I went to Whole Foods for my hand lotion (I <3 Whole Foods), I drove back to his office (he’s in the process of moving offices to a HUGE space with a door that locks – lucky him), located him, got to SEE the new office (*jealous*), and dropped off the flour.  Bit of a detour.

I decided to go hike around Busse woods a bit.  I was hoping to get in by the water, so I could look for water birds, but the parking lot and trail I picked didn’t really take me to the place I thought it would.  And the trail got really icy, so I turned around early.  It was a beautiful day, though – for about 30 of the 60 minutes I was out and about.  I saw hawks and chickadees and some other tail-flicky birds (with red on their heads?  Not sure exactly what they were), and deers (and deer droppings – piles and piles), and a squirrel.  Got some good photos, too.

Returned home and played with the buns.  Powder doing better (drinking on his own!).  Oatmeal getting into mischief (and boxes).  I have taken some pictures and made a video of him squeezing himself into bun-possible places.  Windows Movie Maker is pretty easy to use, as it turns out.  I always put off using it (or anything else, for that matter), because it *seems* like a hassle.  Can’t say that it’s the best thing I have ever produced, but it worked for my purposes.

I mentioned my octopus in a previous entry, and realize that if you are not on FB, or diligently following my Flickr stream, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about.  Educate yourself, if you dare.

Bad Bunny Dreams

Posted: January 27, 2012 in Rabbits

I’ve been worried about Powder Khan this past week.   He wasn’t eating or drinking over the weekend, and while I was happily snowed in (and octopied with my octopus-making), I kept checking on him – forced him to take some water, gave him things to tempt him (spinach, bananas, carrots, romaine, Triscuits) – but he didn’t appear to be getting much better.  He’s definitely not interested in his rabbit kibble, and he’s been turning his nose up at yogurt drops (this is unheard of).  Buns don’t last long when they don’t nourish themselves properly.  There wasn’t any incident that I can recall that might have put him off his feed…so I was a bit perplexed.  Also, he’s very old.  14 in rabbit years is what?  Ancient.  So on Sunday night, I snuggled him (which he tolerated, because he couldn’t get away), and sang to him, and stroked him, and hoped these things would make him feel better.  Or would at least make him warm and comfortable and he could pass away peacefully.  He has not, though, passed away.

The last couple of days, I’ve dreaded going out to the kitchen or coming home from work, because I’m afraid I’m going to find out that he’s died in the night or while I was away, and I’m going to feel horrible about that.  I’ve been thinking about it so much that I dreamt I took him to the vet to be put to sleep…and I woke up bawling.  Poor bun.  I just heard him drinking (on his own!) and I gave him some apple (which he loved), so I’m hopeful that maybe he’s rallying.  Or mending.  Or whatever.  I am hopeful, but still nervous about the State of Bun.

Pencils

Posted: January 23, 2012 in Uncategorized

So, I’m sharpening pencils for my program tonight (so people will have something to write with) and a man approaches me while I’m at the pencil sharpener and asks, “Does the library have pencils with erasers?”  I look down at my stack of pencils.  Indeed, we do.  What we put out for the public are those golf pencils (which I hate), but anyone (and everyone) can come up to our information desk to get something more substantial (which they often do).  So I smile and hand him one of my just-sharpened pencils.  Or maybe I grimace because I need 30 of them and I might only have 29 now.  I don’t remember.  Then he says, “Oh…Thanks.” [PAUSE]  “Are these LIBRARY pencils?”  wtf?  Why couldn’t he have stopped with “thanks”?  It is at moments like this that I really wish I could raise just one eyebrow…quizzically, sarcastically, whatever fits the bill.  But I can’t always pull this off.  So I turn to look at him and I say, slowly, “Well, I work at the library…so I guess they must be.”  He walks off with my pencil.  I have no idea what was going on in his head.  Today has been like that with EVERYTHING.  To combat this I have resorted to serious listening.  I figure if the first thing coming out of people’s mouths is completely insane, I can give them a few seconds to clear it up so that we don’t have any more of these awkward conversations/situations.  Mostly this is just stopping me from saying stupid things that would get me a whuppin’.  Although, I guess corporal punishment/discipline has gone the way of so many other things.  (Dead things, Mikey, dead!)

There was also a guy on the phone who was perplexed because we couldn’t get him a brand new textbook (we aren’t allowed to request current publication year materials – too new! from other libraries outside of our system), like, yesterday.  He seemed to be getting angry with me…I couldn’t exactly tell, because he also seemed to be having a conversation with some other party (either on the extension or in another room).  I wanted to ask him – several times – “Are you talking to ME?”  I waited for him to repeat himself just to make sure it was me we were talking to – he certainly wasn’t listening to anything I said to him, as I went over the reasons why we couldn’t request the book and the procedure for considering it for purchase in our own collection.  Telling him that it was unlikely to be purchased – because it’s an obscure textbook – didn’t seem like it was going to go over well (or at all or any of the subsequent times I’d try to explain it), so I just passed on his request to “the appropriate selector.”  I’m so sorry, PC.   You’re going to pound your head against your desk when you get him on the phone.

Then, also on the phone, there was a woman who was YELLING at me because she couldn’t log in to Freegal (our new music downloading service) with her card.  When I asked her what her card # is she acted all coy with me and said, “Now I know this is a card from another library, BUT!”  But that’s what your problem is, honey.  I can’t make that number work for you.  That’s how they check to see that you’re one of our patrons using our services.  “But I pay into your tax district!  I can show you my bill!”  I am gobsmacked at this point.  So I say, “Now, we can have an argument about this, but it doesn’t actually serve either of us – the reason your card won’t work is because it doesn’t have our prefix.  If you do live in our library district, you can come in and get a library card…  Although, if you then have to give up your other card, you’re also going to be giving up some of the privileges you have at that library.”  I ask her if her home library has a Freegal subscription.  “I don’t know.”  We both go online and discover, YES!  Yes, it does.  They have the same catalog of stuff, and she can totally use her card to access it.  Somehow she’s not angry with me anymore.  In fact, it was when I cut her off and told her arguing wasn’t going to help.  Which I thought was a bit childish on my part, and which I immediately regretted.  But, seriously?  It calmed her down.  Weird.  WEIRD.

I think if I just accept that this is how things are going to go for today, I might be able to get through it.  I have a presenter coming tonight – I hope that goes well.  I’d hate to round out the day with an hour of nervous and embarrassed humiliation.  That’d suck for sure.

Snowing snowing

Posted: January 20, 2012 in Rants

Winter has arrived!  It is snowing tremendously at the moment.  When our maintenance man suggested that we close early so staff could get home safely, the boss said, “No.”  And then proceeded to leave at noon himself to make up some “holiday time” that he still had coming to him.  Uh-huh.  Happy holidays, you chi-weenie, you.  If you think it’s going to be too dangerous for *you* to get home later in the day, chances are it will be too dangerous for your staff.  Also?  Your crew doesn’t look upon you kindly when they don’t have the option to jump ship.  I recommend not coming back.  If I were in charge, and making this difficult (and unpopular) decision, I would at least STAY with my staff.

New year, new look

Posted: January 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

For the blog, anyway.  I’ve been using “Tarski” these past few years, and I was happy with it until I tried to use one of the bunspace badges/widgets on the sidebar.  It’s not quite wide enough to use the big badge.  And the little badge is too small.  So I went in search of another layout that would work better.  Hours later…  I like this one a lot, too.  It’s pretty different, though, from Tarski.  And after making my big decision, I promptly stopped writing for a week.  Heh.  I must have accidentally resolved to allow myself to follow any spur of the moment whims I might have this year.  Whims lead to adventures!

Mystic pizza

Posted: January 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

I was just writing to Oberon about my pizza cravings – yesterday, at my library program.  I wrote that I wouldn’t turn a pizza away if it showed up at my door – provided it was escorted into my residence by either a.) someone I knew or b.) a reliable pizza delivery service.  I must have forgotten that pledge, because around 7:30 last night a pizza delivery person did knock on my back door (no one comes in that way except for me and my friends, so it was weird).  She was looking for apt. C (which is my neighbor) and having a hell of a time finding it.  My apartment alone has 4 entries/exits.  A couple hours after I’d set pizza delivery girl straight I realized that I’d missed my opportunity.  The universe was playing along with my whim and had presented me with pizza.  Which I rerouted.  Out of my life.  Forever.  What on earth was I thinking?  There were breadsticks, too, dammit.

Dribs and drabs

Posted: January 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

My spam filter recently caught a comment from someone who states (in addition to providing forwarding websitery to whatever it is that they want to promote) that although “she” loves my blog/website, it is RIFE with spelling errors.  Ha.  Hardly.  This makes me smile.  Delete.delete.delete.

I’m making myself work on my sketchbook.  It’s hard.  I mean, not when I’m actually doing it, but if I stop for any reason I find it difficult to return to it.  I was going to work on it last night, but I couldn’t make myself do it.  To bed, to bed, I said, that is all I want to do.  I will work on it first thing.  First thing.  Yes, well, there’s a big rug rolled up on my dining room table – where I intend to get all kinds of work done – and it must be moved before I can begin.  But it goes in the kitchen.  And the reason I haven’t replaced it in front of the sink is because I keep meaning to vacuum and wash the floors in there.  Which I should really do.  So, yeah, before breakfast, I cleaned my kitchen.  And ate 4 trinidads.  Because I was hungry and I wasn’t making breakfast until the kitchen was cleaned.

After the kitchen floors were done, I still had the floor-cleaning water and a bathroom with a floor that could probably stand to be washed.  So I vacuumed and washed that, too.  And then noticed there was dust on the shelves, and the toilet and all of the surfaces probably needed cleaning and wiping and scouring…  So I did those, too.  And then I was able to replace rugs and make breakfast and sit down at my table and work on my sketchbook.  I finished 6 more pages, before there was gluing and drying and waiting.  Waiting, waiting.

While I was waiting I went to the farm and feed store to pick up some more bunny kibble.  Bunnies like their kibble and would be upset (and hungry) if they had to forego it.  There would be a sea of displeasure and disapproval at ankle level.  Grr.  Since I was out I also went to Walmart to return the extra lamp that we didn’t end up needing for our painting adventures this past week (bom called as I was enroute to ask me to bring some more LIGHT so we could SEE while we painted).  I lost the receipt, but Walmart is good about just giving you a giftcard with whatever amount it is that you’re due.  I picked out some other stuff and got supplies to make the BOX thing that I promised our library’s friends group.

I’d sketched out an idea for it prior to leaving the house.  This was pretty amazing, as I was without inspiration until I picked up my pencil.  I guess sometimes the body-subconscious connection is better than racking one’s brain.  I’ll write about that later when it’s done and talk about the process.  For now…I stained the box.  Had to pick up some stain and a brush to do this – thank goodness they sell it in small cans.  Also, I picked one that’s supposed to be a combination stain and protector, so I should only have to use a couple of coats and not have to apply anything on top of it.  I want the box to look really OLD and maybe a little battered, too.  Like something has been trapped inside of it for a long time and is just now breaking free.

And since I stained the box in the garage (while the car was sitting in the driveway), I decided it was as good a time as any to try that trick I’d read about for cleaning your headlights – toothpaste.  So, I scrubbed those, too.  Because I’m totally procrastinating on the sketchbook.  And this is how I get things done.  *sigh*  The headlights look great (shiny! clear!) and the box is drying.  The sketchbook is ready for some more sketching (water color for the background and then I have to decide what comes next).  And I?  May be ready for a nap.  Mmm.  Too bad there’s not more day.

You do not comment, but you are out there still.  And sometimes you surprise me with Things in my mailbox.  I wanted to write to you the other day, JM, but I hadn’t heard from you in so long, and the last time I *did* hear from you (around this time last year!) you were talking about quitting your job and doing other things with your life.  So who KNEW what could have happened in the interim.  I guess me, if I’d tried to get in touch sooner.  Correspondence, phone calls – these are TWO WAY streets (I should know, since I remind my mother of this all the time: The phone, bom, it works BOTH ways).

You know what’s so awesome and so weird and so wonderful?  It’s how our lives follow these little parallels that lead us to similar places despite not keeping in touch.  I like that even with the distance and the lack of communication we still find ourselves growing in the same direction.  It’s cool.  You’re cool.  You and S.

I think I gained 5lbs making all the bread I’ve been making.  Oh gawds, and the candy and the cookies and the quick breads.  If I had a real kitchen and didn’t have to knead dough on the table in my dining room, I’d totally skip the bread machine and bake things up on the pizza stone (which I borrowed from my parents about a year ago, but haven’t had the occasion to use).

I *just* researched community gardens the other night, because I was wondering if there were plots in town that I could use/rent/whatever.  I discovered the McHenry county community garden survey which told me neighboring communities have ‘em, but not my town.  Kind of surprising, actually.  I also learned that DP may have lost theirs due to ComEd’s infrastructure.  I think I know where those gardens are/were – used to ride my bike past them on the way to the bookstore when I worked in Mt. Prospect.  *sigh*  I wish the library would let me start one.  I wonder if I’d have the energy (and the community support?) to see it through?  I wonder if I could get teenagers involved…

I can now do about 50 miles on my bike.  Maybe I’ll get a trailer for it and come down and visit you this summer.  ;)   We’re renovating the lake house cabin (it’s going to be nicer than my apt. when it’s finished!), so I plan on spending lots of time there this year.  And if things get bad, I can always run away and live there.  Now that there’s heat and gas and Amenities.  I’m tempted already.

I love, love, love what you’re doing with friends – meals and crafts and whatnot.  My photo buddy JK and I have talked about cooking together (it’s something both of us have done with friends and family in the past and would like to do again).  I’ve had a few crafty get togethers – one last year around my birthday (a project open house thingie), and one with my friend J9.  What can I say?  I like makin’ shit.

Please send me some bagels.  I’ll give you my honest opinion.  And if they’re *really* good, I’ll show up on your doorstep with my gardening tools and make myself a fixture in your life.  *grin*

You sound really happy.  And that makes me really happy.

I’ll write you a real letter sometime soon, I promise.

Also, “I’m 37!  I’m not old!” – Dennis

Sinus headache

Posted: January 3, 2012 in Uncategorized

go away.

It won’t.  This is day #3 of The Cold.  It’s steadily getting worse, which is disheartening.  Shouldn’t it be getting better?  Meh.  I spent most of the day comatose.  Or hibernating.  I’m not sure either accurately describes my condition.  Unable to move because of the oppressive pressure in my head?  This afternoon I dreamt that I was desperately seeking decongestants.  I couldn’t find them anywhere and had wound up in my parents’ basement hunting through a labyrinth of tunnels someone had dug down there.  When I emerged – pill-less – I tried to shut off the lights and couldn’t figure out what switches went with what fixtures.  Turns out they were having everything rewired.  My head was absolutely pounding by this point, so I just left the lights on and…woke up.  I lurched into my bathroom and discovered that I do, indeed, still have some decongestant meds left over from the last time I had a cold.  Thank goodness.  I don’t know that it’s helping MUCH, but it’s helping a little.  My throat feels really dried out, so the next order of business is to find my humidifier.  I think it’s waaaaay up in a cabinet in the kitchen.  Me on a step stool right now seems dangerous.  I already fell down when I tried to sit and missed the chair.  While holding a full cup of boiling hot tea.  Which I managed not to drop.  This meant that I a.) didn’t spill scalding liquid on me (no burns! yay!) and b.) I had no hands to break my fall (ow, bruised bum).  I need to pay more attention to my follow-throughs on physical things.  I have run into walls before because I stopped paying attention half-way through actions.  *rolls eyes*  I have ADD-induced clumsiness.

Tried contacting a couple of stables this afternoon about riding lessons.  Valley View Acres didn’t call or email me back (I tried both).  Also emailed Bull Valley Barn.  Maybe they want my money?  All I want to do is schedule one riding lesson.  Why should this be so difficult?  Why don’t people respond?  Pet peeve: businesses that don’t respond to email despite giving an email address as a form of contact.  If you’re not going to reply don’t give it as an option.  RUDE.

2011 in review

Posted: January 2, 2012 in Goals

Goals!  And much progress was made…

January: Plan the shit out of this year.  Done.  Well done.

February: Finance.  Get your finances in order, girl.  My finances were never really out of order, but I wanted to research my investment options before rushing into anything.  My mother, in particular, is always telling me that I need to invest.  I don’t think she knows the first thing about investments – except what my father tells her (he is the investment guru).  I’ve always seen investments (in stocks and funds) as kind of a crapshoot.  You might get lucky.  And if you follow the market, and make wise decisions and play the game…yeah, you know what?  I might get rich, but probably not, and I’ll have invested a lot of time in an activity in which I’m not all that interested.  I don’t think that necessarily puts me ahead in the end.  So.  I researched some companies I liked, because my big lightbulb/AHA! moment was figuring out that I could give money to endeavors and companies that I actually support and know something about.  Note that the operative word here is *could*.  I could, but I did not.  I did keep track of some stocks with that handy stocks app that came with my iPod software.  The one I couldn’t ever imagine finding a use for.  I’ve looked at it a few times.  Not enough to warrant its inclusion on my device and not enough to warrant any expenditures toward stocks of my own.  I am virtually playing the stock market.  When I feel like it.  I also planned to consolidate my IRAs, because one of them has been languishing for the past 5 or 10 years without any action on my part, and the other, while doing slightly better, isn’t something I’m comfortable contributing to either.  I figured one might be easier to keep track of.  I researched my options, and while it’s possible to combine them, the consolidation requires that I open a new fund, then transfer the IRA, then convert it.  And it may require some additional money up front, which is lame.  So.  Both funds continue as they were.  No harm done.  CDs and moneymarket funds seem like they might do a little better than the mutual funds and stocks, but I haven’t bothered to acquire any of those either.  I was also going to come up with a budget to track my spending and figure out how much I could live on.  You know, the bare minimum, and then save everything else.  That would take actual work and I’d have to create a spreadsheet and while I’m diligent, I’m already keeping track of a bunch of other things that are more pressing.  So, instead of saving as much as I could possibly save by keeping these kinds of records and figures, I decided I’d just transfer a set amount of money to my savings account from my paycheck every time I receive one.  I could probably automate this to occur at regular intervals, but I don’t want to give up the control just yet.  In this way, I’ve managed to save $4000 this year.  Which is pretty good, and beats the heck out of giving it to someone else to see what they can make of it.  Oh, this?  I can make a hat, a brooch, a pterydactyl.  Mostly, they just make most of it disappear and I get to watch it slowly – over the years – build itself back up to where it was when I originally invested.  Hm.  How is *that* beneficial?  As this seems to be working out for me, I’m going to continue to do it, and not worry about the rest of it until/unless I make a life/career decision that impacts what I’m able to spend/save.  Oh, there was something about researching other banking/credit union options.  I may still do this, and could switch, or at least move some of my money to another institution, provided they have good online access and bill-paying services.

March: Career.  I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  But I don’t think it’s just one thing.  I’ve been sort of stuck in a rut for awhile and this last month has been really painful.  I’d really like a nice, long, PAID sabbatical to figure it all out.  Or to catch up on all of the projects I’d like to try.  I’m very done with certain aspects of my current position, so I’ve been researching other options like solar technician, physical therapist, personal trainer, something with parks and recreation, gardening, writing, information science, etc.  All sorts of things.  I read several career books, too (some on specific careers, some on how to figure out what you want to do next).  I took a bunch of classes through the local college and conservation district on conservation topics (trees, birds, plants, etc.) to see if I’d enjoy that sort of career (and make some friends in the program/get to know people in the field).  Some of the classes were better than others.  I don’t really feel like I need to get the certificate, though, so if I decide to take more classes, I may end up skipping the ones they require for that and just take the ones that sound interesting for me.  It’s a strategy that served me well in grad school.  I can’t say that I’ve been pulled strongly in any one direction, so I’m going to continue my search into 2012.

April: Photography.  Yeah, just check out my flickr account and you’ll see what I’ve been up to.  I still need to work on seeing things in new ways, and some of the photography I want to do requires a better camera/lenses.  I researched some higher end cameras, but I haven’t decided to purchase anything just yet.  It appears that I’ve also made a list of photographers to check out for new ideas.  I got that far.  *grin*

May: Cooking.  I have been cooking like crazy.  Unfortunately this means I have also been eating like crazy.  It would be great if everything I made were both healthy and delicious, but sometimes these things are mutually exclusive.  I have hit upon a recipe for a Bolognese sauce that works as a sort of stew.  I don’t know if you could call it a Bolognese sauce, anymore, as it has strayed pretty far from its roots.  I like it so much I make it every other week or so.  There’s a zucchini frittata I like quite a lot, too.  In terms of sweet treats and baked goods, however, I haven’t found any really healthy recipes that taste amazing.  I think the key here would be to eat moderate amounts of these treats and make the full-fat/full-sugar recipes (and/or keep experimenting with different amounts of fat and sugar to see how low you can go and have it still turn out good).  I think I should branch out into Indian cooking this coming year.  I’m eating some prepackaged stuff right now and it’s way too salty, and fatty and I’m sure I could do a better job making it myself.

June: Gardening.  Tomatoes took over the garden this year.  The fruits from the ones that seeded themselves were not as tasty as the ones from the new plants I bought – it’s probably better, then, since I’m not using heirloom varieties, to take out the plants that come up from the compost.  And/or not compost the tomato plants/fruits in the bin that gets added back to the garden.    I had just one zucchini plant and it was slow to grow and slow to produce (I think there may have been issues with pollination).  The bush beans were great, and the basil.  And the parsley that didn’t come up last year, is still growing now (despite being snowed on and frozen).  Wow.  I have a list (somewhere) of other seeds/vegetables I’d like to grow.  So I may try a few new things this coming year.  Not for sure decided on whether I’m going to stay here for another year.  My lease is up in the spring and moving will definitely have an impact on what (and where) the garden will be.  All of my worms either escaped or died when I brought them out of the basement in the spring.  They were upset over the change in temperatures, I’m sure.  There was an excellent fungus that took over the job of decomposition.  I think I’m growing penicillin right now.  I may try worms again, I may not.  Worms would be better in a temperature controlled environment.  If the bin didn’t attract so many little gnats, I’d just keep it inside…  Maybe this would be possible if I started with a new bin and a fresh batch of worms and compost.  The stuff I’ve already got going is already permeated with the fly eggs, is my guess.

July: Reading.  I set my Goodreads challenge at 365 (a book a day!) and finished with 414 (I wrote something about this in my last post).  I panicked about half-way through and read a shit-ton of picture books to pad my total.  I read a lot, but this was kind of insane even for me.  So, this year, I’m going to set a more reasonable goal for that AND (finally) clear off my current to-read shelves and start in on my Amazon lists.  I did make some progress on all of my shelves (real and virtual) this year, but there’s always more.  Seems like I acquire something new (somethingS new) every time I finish one title.  I can’t imagine being one of those people who can’t find anything to read.  Really?  Who are you people?  One of my challenges was allowing myself to give up on things that weren’t working for me.  Especially books that I feel I *ought* to read (like the ones on the Caudill and Lincoln lists).  They promote these in the schools, and I feel like I need to have some familiarity with them.  I finished the Lincoln nominees (all except for one, which I couldn’t get into), and many of the Caudills are still languishing at the bottom of my list.  I may or may not finish them in time for the February voting.  Eh?  It’s a 40-some book commitment to read everything on those lists.  That’s significant.  So, maybe for 2012, I’ll read only what I want to read.

August & September: Originally, August was supposed to have been all about fitness and exercise and weight loss.  But I forgot.  I thought it was supposed to be “Try new things!”  So I had adventures instead.  Which carried on into September, which was supposed to have been “Plan/go on a really awesome vacation.”  I was too busy to plan a really awesome vacation.  So I just took off random days throughout the summer.  It was nice.  I measured my body in August to use as a comparison at the end of the year, but I haven’t really made any weight loss progress since the summer.  I have not been Vigilant.  It’s sometimes difficult to care what I’m eating and how many calories are in it.  Also, one of my goals was to experiment with new recipes and cooking…and I acquired a bread machine, access to Pinterest (where people post the most decadent recipes for sweets and candies), and everything seems to taste better with butter.  I wasn’t eating a lot of bread before that.  Or cookies.  Or candy (I never even MADE candy much before this year – fudge a couple of times, and I gave it all away).  So, yeah, I think I gained 5 pounds in the last 3 months.  The chocolate chip cookie dough bon bons we made this weekend are definitely NOT helping with this goal.  I may have promised to run a half marathon with my coworker next fall, so it would behoove me to train for that – and I mean prepare myself better than I did last time.  I need to actually run 13.1 miles prior to the event.  I’d only ever run 8 before the last one, and I managed to eke out about 10 and then nearly died.  But I finished.  I may follow some kind of training program to help me out.  But I’ll get to that in my goals for 2012.  I did go kayaking a fair amount.  And hiking.  And went lots of places I’d never been and took photos.  My photo-buddy, JK, is always up for new adventures.  I love that about her.  I don’t know if I’ll ever reach my “goal weight,” which I chose arbitrarily, but I’ll keep plugging away at this.  Maybe I’ll make it more of a priority in 2012.

October: Organization.  Both start with O!  I have been getting organized for what seems like my entire life.  Assigning a month to focus on this didn’t really affect my progress one way or another.  A lot of my “organization” is tied up in projects that I want to try/start/finish.  So, it’s dependent on whether I feel like doing those projects or not.  I finished a lot of projects this year, so I’ll call this successful.  I’ve pretty much weeded most of the stuff I don’t need out of my life.  And I did All The Things on Friday, so I’m caught up on housework, cooking, cleaning, and the usual stuff.  What’s left is, like I said, the unusual stuff – the projects.  I just noticed that they removed the donation bins from the parking lot at the Jewel.  I wonder how long those have been gone?  I know people regularly dumped stuff there that they weren’t supposed to.  Good thing they’ve opened that Goodwill near work.  I’ll be able to take my donations there in the future.  Got half a bag ready, and plans to part with my old computer.

November: Writing.  I signed up for Nanowrimo and wrote every day in November.  I counted all of my blog entries toward my word count throughout the month (I also – briefly – kept a paper journal, too, which became too much to maintain simultaneously).  I don’t know that any of them are novel-worthy, but the experiment was mostly to see if I could crank out something comprehensible and cohesive of novel-length in 30 days.  I can.  That’s heartening.  It will probably take me longer to write something that’s publishable/a novel, but I have a great sense of accomplishment from finishing.  I’ve done Nanowrimo a couple times in the past and haven’t finished.  This year is all about TENACITY.  I also challenged myself to write more letters to different people – you know, instead of just Oberon.  That didn’t happen.  Once I write something to Oberon, I don’t really feel like going over it again with everyone else.  The blog, though, allows people to keep up with me.  I learned there were at least 2 other people reading it aside from O., who are following my thoughts.  Also heartening.  Do more reviewing of a professional nature.  Well…I’ve written several reviews for YALS this past year, which is good, but I don’t think it’s been more than I’ve done in previous years.  I was going to go after some other reviewing “jobs” – VOYA will let you submit your credentials at any time – but I was working so hard on my 365 titles, I didn’t think I’d find time to read MORE books that weren’t already on my radar.  Reading is supposed to be for pleasure, after all.  I did, however, review most of the books I read for my Goodreads challenge.  AND I managed to finish transferring my backlog of reviews (from 2005 – 2008) from word documents to GR.  Not necessary by any means, but personally satisfying.  There’s one thing I can cross off my list of projects, and I won’t EVER be as far behind as that again.  Woo!  I have not gotten around to using any of the writing prompts I’ve accumulated in various sources.  Though, I imagine for practice, they would be helpful.  I’ll get around to that in 2012.  I did make myself accountable by journaling about my Goals periodically.  At least once a month – to remind myself what I was working on and to note my progress.  I did not consult my thesaurus (even once), although I meant to.  There are only so many times one should say “exciting,” “entertaining,” and “fast-paced,” when describing a book.  I overuse these in my reviews.  They are my go-to words.  I have managed to refrain from using “interesting.”

December: Crafts/Arts/Projects.  I started and finished a bunch of projects this month.  Cake batter fudge, bath salts, bath fizzies, 2 scarves.  I also finished some of the projects I’d transfered to index cards – bird feeder out of terra cotta pots and saucers, hemmed curtains, aprons (almost finished – just needs some ties to hold it on!).  Some of these are things that are just too time-consuming to finish quickly.  Like, donating my old computer requires that I go through a bunch of boxes and wipe the hard drives, and scavenge any bits and bobs that I want to keep.  That could take awhile.  An evening, anyway.  And I’ll have to want to do it a lot.  So far…out of sight, out of mind.

K.  Well, I feel I’ve done pretty well this past year.  I didn’t finish everything, but that wasn’t the point.  The point was to start and make progress and then evaluate.  Which I have done.  So.  Onward and upward.  I think this deserves a bon bon!